#elvcnking

[mithrilhearted-blog]

   thorin knew better than to let his irritation get the best of him where potential investments were involved.  ( getting through thranduil’s PA had been a nightmare, and he had almost called on balin to handle the exchange for him. )  but the meeting had been arranged, and thorin had donned his best calvin klein dress shirt for the occasion.  he needed this deal, and was willing to put on a brave face for it.

     ❛     thank you for meeting with me --- i’m not sure if your receptionist told you, but i’m thorin from erebor jewelsmiths.   i have some numbers for you, and an offer for a potential partnership, if you’d like to take a look.     ❜

@elvcn-king

[fenris-skinchanger]

A Taste of Freedom | Closed

Stepping up close to Thranduil's back, there was a part of the skin-changer that was still amazed that he was allowed this. Gentle fingers swept the blond's hair to the side, baring part of his neck, before the brunet leaned in to brush just the very tip of his nose against the other's skin, breathing deeply of the Elf's rich scent. Though it was scant heartbeats later that plush lips traced over the same tender skin.

He'd never even considered this would be a true possibility, no matter how Thranduil's scent had taunted him, twisting his mind, leaving him wanting. Now, he didn't have to ignore it. Especially not when alone in the King's private rooms. The freedom for this was an ecstasy he'd never expected to experience with the closed off Elf, yet here he was, lips pressed to silken skin and hands settling on the blond's hips lightly, just another point of contact.

[shootfrombehind]

♛ go go go go---

my opinion on;

character in general: This Thran is so wonderfully IC. I love how well they have fleshed out what little we know of him. And their headcanons are spot on and I adore them.how they play them: Okay, so I’m like weirdly picky about Elves. I used to be in this fandom, used to write with a lot of people, but I was so sad by how often the Elves were just...pretty humans. Thranduil is like an Elf suiting the books, he’s aloof and closed off to people. Yet at the same time, I can see where someone can get close to him and he’s just a perfect balance of asshole and perfection. the mun: So mun sucks at names and we totally just jumped straight to plotting and laughing about my puppy and how he annoys Thran into loving him, so I’m not 100% certain, but I think...Pete? Peter? Some such like that? Anyways, this mun is completely Koala Tea. I adore them very much already even though we’ve only been chatting like... a day? How does it feel longer than that already? All I know is I’m pretty sure I made a friend for night last night while we babbled at each other until godawful late in the morning night.

do i;

follow them: Damn right!rp with them: Absolutelywant to rp with them: No shitship their character with mine: Lowkey, I love Thran and Fen, they’re so adorable with how well Fen brings out Thran’s inner playfulness and can make him so happy and relaxed.

what is my;

overall opinion: Blog is 100% Koala Tea, Mun is 200% Koala Tea, Everyone should follow.

[elvxnkingthranduil]

@elvcn-king entered Eryn Lasgalen

      The Elvenking idly flicked at the edge of the fabric of his sleeve with a finger as he more draped himself than sat upon a seat across from the parallel version of himself. He had yet to blink as he openly stared with only the movement of his fingers to indicate awareness. While encounters with parallels were no strange encounter, it did bring much to question. He broke the stare down with a blink of his silver blue eyes and glanced away as he suddenly came alive. His hand stilled to flatten against the arm rest and released a breath through slightly parted lips in a soft sigh.

                ❝ You appear younger than I. You’ll wear experience rather well.  ❞ He rest a chin against a fist, elbow on the arm rest as hair delicately brushed over a shoulder. There was a glitter of mirth in his eyes despite not outwardly smiling.

    ❝ Have you ridden the dragon yet? ❞

[fenrisskinchanger-blog]

💎

9.5 8/10

[irasciblempresse]

@elvcn-king liked for a starter

                  "The records you wanted, sir."

        The file folders fell heavily on Thran's desk, the CFO hovering in the background. Elizabeth Crimson was something of an upstart in the company, rising from obscurity several years prior to management, then upper management, and being elected by the stockholders as a member of the board. She was cruel, calculating, and everything that her past in accounting would make one assume about her.

        It was odd, from someone who had only just completed her college degree through the company. Before that, she seemed to have been nothing.

                  "Lower management is chomping at the bit. They're not happy about the merger."

        It was for talent acquisition, obviously - layoffs were so nice when they were between a loyal employee and someone twice as qualified to do their job at half the cost. She sounded neither concerned for the feelings of lower management, nor what they might do if let off the chain.

[fenrisskinchanger-blog]

☕

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

While he had come to be happy here in Mirkwood, it was not enough to save him from bad memories. When dreams plagued him, he found comfort in Thranduil’s arms, the Elf more soothing to him than anything else. It was harder to seek comfort when it wasn’t dreams, but memories that haunted him. This time, of his lost lover, over a hundred years past since their death, he wished he could claim it didn’t hurt as much. Yet it did.

Lost as he was in memories, he was oblivious to the happenings of the world around him until a long fingered hand settled on his shoulder, squeezing firmly. The touch drew him from his memories, or at least most of the way from them, and he turned his head blue eyes looking up to Thranduil. Tears made them shine in a way that they so rarely did. Chest feeling tight, Fenris tipped his head to brush his lips to the inside of the blond’s wrist. Not that he had words for the way he felt torn, wanting to apologize for thinking so much on a lost love when he had the Elf nearby, while at the same time wishing for simple comfort so that he might clear his mind of such sad thoughts.

[fenris-skinchanger]

(Lol, this is just for us this time) Fenris' scruff tickles Thran sometimes, and he's amused by facial hair, so Fenris takes advantage of that and gets silly and rubs his scruff on Thran during sexytimes. Because happy/fun sexytimes are the best kind.

Absolutely. Anything to make his King smile.